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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.