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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.