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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.