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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.