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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.