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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Interpol,
X-102,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.