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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.