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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.