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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.