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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.