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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Slave,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.