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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.