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 East Timor and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Wire,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.