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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.