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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.