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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.