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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.