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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.