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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.