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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.