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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Television,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.