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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.