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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.