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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.