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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.