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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.