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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.