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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.