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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.