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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.