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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.