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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Can,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.