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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
MC5,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.