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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Ten City,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.