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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.