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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Technova,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.