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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
the Association,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.