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 China and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.