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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Can,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.