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 Samoa 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Model 500,
ABBA,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.