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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.