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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.