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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.