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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.