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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.