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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Television,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.