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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
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.