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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.