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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.