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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.