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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.