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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.