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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.