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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.