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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.