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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.