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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.