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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.