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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.