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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.