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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
X-101,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.