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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Faust,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.