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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.