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 East Timor 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.