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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.