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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.