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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.