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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.