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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
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Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.