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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Japan,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.