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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.