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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.