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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.