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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.