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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.