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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.