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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.