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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.