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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.