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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.