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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.