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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.