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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.