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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Evens,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.