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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.