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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.