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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.