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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.