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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.