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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.