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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.