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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.