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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.