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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.