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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.