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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.