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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grauzone 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.