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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.