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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Gong,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.