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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.