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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.