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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.