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 France and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Television,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.