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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.