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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.