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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
CMW,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Can,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.