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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.