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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.