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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Evens 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 electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.