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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.