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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.