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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.