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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.