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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.