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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.