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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.