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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.