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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
MDC,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.