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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.