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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.