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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.