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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Durutti Column to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.