Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Names,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.