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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Organ,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.