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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.