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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Magazine,
Wire,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.