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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.