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 Austria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.