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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the dance 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.