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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.