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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fear,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
June Days,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.