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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.