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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Whodini,
the Association,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.