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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.