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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.