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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.