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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.