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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.