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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.