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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.