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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.