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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.