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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.