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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.