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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.