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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 United States of America to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Second Layer,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.