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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.