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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
CMW,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
the Human League,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.