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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.