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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Ludus,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.