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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.