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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.