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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.