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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Technova,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.