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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.