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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.