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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.