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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.