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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Hoover,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.