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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
The Trojans,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.