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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.