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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.