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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Faust,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.