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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.