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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.