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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.