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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.