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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.