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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.