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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.