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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.