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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.