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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.