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 Liberia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.