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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.