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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.