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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.