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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
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You don't know what you really want.
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