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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.