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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.