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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.