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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Hashim,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.