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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Mars,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.