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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.