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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.