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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Index,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.