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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.