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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.