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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.