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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.