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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.