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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.