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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.