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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.