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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Names,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.