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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.