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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.