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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.