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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Television,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.