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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Can,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Slave,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Little Man,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.