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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Visage,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.