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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quantec to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.