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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.