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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.