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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.