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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.