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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.