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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.