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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.