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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.