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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.