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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.