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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.