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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.