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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.