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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.