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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Skarface,
Magma,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Nico,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.