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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.