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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Lyres,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.