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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.