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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
the Association,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
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.