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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.