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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.