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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.