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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.