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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.