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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.