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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Crime,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.