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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.