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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.