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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.