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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.