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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.