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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.