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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.