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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.