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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Evens,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.