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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.