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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.