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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.