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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.