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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Hashim,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.