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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.