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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.