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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.