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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Mars,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.