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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.