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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.