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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.