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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.