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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.