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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Gories,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.