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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.