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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.