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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.