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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wire,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Mars,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.