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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.