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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.