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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.