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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.