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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.