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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.