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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.