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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.