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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Scion,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.