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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.