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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Motions,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.