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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.