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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.