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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.