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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.