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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.