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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Skriet,
JFA,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.