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 Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.