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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.