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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.