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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
The Index,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.