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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
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.