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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.