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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.