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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.