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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.