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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.