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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.