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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.