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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.