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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.