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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.