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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.