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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.