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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.