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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Japan 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.