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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.