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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.