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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.