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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Index,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.