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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Brick,
Television,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.