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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.