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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.