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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.