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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.