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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.