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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.