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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.