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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.