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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.