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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.