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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.