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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.