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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.