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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.