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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.