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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Wire,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Television,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.