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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.