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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
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 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.