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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.