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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Scion,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
MC5,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.