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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.