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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.