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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
UT,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.