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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.