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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Brick,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.