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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Brick,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.