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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.