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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.