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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
X-101,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.