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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.