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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.