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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.