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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Q65,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.