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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.