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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.