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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.