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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.