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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.