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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ronan to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Can,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Technova,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.