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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.