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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.