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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.