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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.