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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.