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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.