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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.