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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Wire,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.