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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.