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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.