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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.