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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.