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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.