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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
World's Most,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.