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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.