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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.