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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.