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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.