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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.