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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.