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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.