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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.