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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.