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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.