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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
cv313,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.