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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.