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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.