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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.