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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.