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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.