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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
UT,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.