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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.