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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.