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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.