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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.