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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.