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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
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Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.