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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.