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 Guyana and from New York.
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 Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.