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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.