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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.