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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Roxette,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.