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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.