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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.