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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.