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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Scion 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.