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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Josef K,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.