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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.