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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.