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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.