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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Swans,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.