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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.