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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.