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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Index,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.