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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Main Source,
World's Most,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.