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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.