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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Scion,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.