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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.