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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Quantec,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.