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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.