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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.