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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.