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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Ituana,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.