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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.