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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.