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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.