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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.