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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
CMW,
John Holt,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.