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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.