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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.