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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Nas,
Smog,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.