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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.