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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.