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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.