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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.