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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.