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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.