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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.