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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Busters,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.