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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.