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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.