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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.