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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Crime,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.