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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.