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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.