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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.