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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.