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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Visage,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.