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 India and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.