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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.