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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.