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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.