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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.