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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.