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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.