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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Can,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.