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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Television,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.