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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.