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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.