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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.