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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.