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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.