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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.