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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.