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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.