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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.