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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.