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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.