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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.