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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.