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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.