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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.