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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.