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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.