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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Wings,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.