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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.