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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.