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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.