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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.