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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
X-101,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.