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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Wire,
UT,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.