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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.