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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.