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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.