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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.