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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.