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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Move,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.