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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.