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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.