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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.