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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.