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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.