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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.