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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.