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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.