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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.