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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.