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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.