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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Technova,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.