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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.