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 Benin and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.