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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Crime,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.