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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.