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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.