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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.