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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 JFA to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Nico,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Television,
Rekid,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.