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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Hashim,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.