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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.