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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.