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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.