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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.