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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.