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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.