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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Fear,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.