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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.