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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
June Days,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.