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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.