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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.