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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.