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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.