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 Guyana 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.