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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.