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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul II Soul 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.