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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.