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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.