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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.