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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.