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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
cv313,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.