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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.