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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.