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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Can,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Franke,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.