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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.