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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.