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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.