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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.