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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.